Ain't it hard
    when you wake up
        in the morning
And you find out
    that those other days
        are gone?
All you have
    is memories of happiness
Lingerin' on.

You might wonder
    who can I turn to
On this cold
    and chilly night of gloom
The answer to that question
Is nowhere in this room.

All your dreams
    and your lovers
        won't protect you,
They're only passing
    through you in the end.
They'll leave
    you stripped of all
        that they can get to,
And wait for you
    to come back again.

You might wonder
     who I can turn to
On this cold
    and chilly night of gloom
The answer to that question
Is nowhere in this room.

Yet still a light is shining
From that lamp on down the hall.
Maybe the star of Bethlehem
Wasn't a star at all.